"This looks like it'll do the job."
Under the sun that had passed the middle of the sky and was descending toward the west, I stood on the yellow sand while my shoes sank slightly downward.
And there before me was a large mass of wood stacked together and tightly attached, whether through other pieces of wood or ropes made from strong grass.
This produced a heavy wooden surface lying over the sand.
Kyle tightly pulled the rope knot before drawing his dagger and cutting off the extra part, leaving it to fall onto the sand.
"Are we done now? Because it looks finished." I asked Kyle.
With a swift movement, he slid the dagger back into the sheath hanging at his waist and nodded. "It's done. It still needs a paddle for steering, but in our case there's no need for one."
I finally felt satisfied when I heard that as I looked toward Elliot. "Yeah, no need for one because we already have something better."
